1 Parting soul, the floods await thee,
And the billows round thee roar;
Yet rejoice,--the holy city
Stands on yon celestial shore.
2 There are crowns, and thrones of glory;
There the living waters glide;
There the just, in shining raiment,
Stand by our Immanuel's side.
3 Linger not--the stream is narrow--
Though its cold, dark waters rise;
He, who passed the floods before thee
Guides thy path to yonder skies.
Source: The Voice of Praise: a collection of hymns for the use of the Methodist Church #968